How Rufus Lost His Tail

Rufus (the rabbit) you may recall Is a special kind of animal Who learned to read and write and such But Rufus was left handed you see So his writing appeared upside down To you and me.

As Rufus wrote his hand was always in the way So he really couldn't see what he had to say, Some said Rufus just scribbled here and there As if he really had no care.

Not true! Rufus was a special one Who wrote and wrote till the light of day was gone Not only did Rufus write but he Drew pictures of things that only he could see.

His pictures sometimes were a bit weird as, The ideas popped right out of his head. A cockroach that had eyes so big And then a skinny kind of purple pig.

But this tale we are concerned with here Is one which to Rufus was most dear. You see Rufus often thought why is it that A rabbit hasn't a long tail like a rat, Or perhaps a nice furry one like a fox Or maybe one with feathers like a cock.

No, just like he had to write with his left hand, It seems that he must take what one can. A powder puff didn't seem proper So, Rufus thought how about a real show stopper.

With a bit of glue, and my imagination, I can help with this abomination. Taking some feathers from the duster, He thought that's just right to make muster.

Done with the slightest effort Rufus had a tail that would make a peacock start. Standing in front of the mirror on the wall, Rufus, on hind legs, stood so tall.

What a surprise it will be When my friends take a look at me. A bunny rabbit, I am no more, No I'm an avian quadruped for sure.

Alas, Alack, Oh Woe is me. When they saw him they began to flee. Afraid of what he had become A fearsome sight and then some.

Of course when he tried to explain That he was Rufus, just the same. They asked, 'Why is it that you should be, Something that you aren't clearly.'

So Rufus thought perhaps having a powder puff Wasn't all that bad, and the feathers sure were rough. Got to get rid of them I must So that my friends will again me, trust.

Easier said than done As feather removal was no fun, A bit of hair and hide came off As he tried the feathers to doff.

But finally Rufus the Scribbler Was free of the feathers and a bit of fur.

This is the tale that Rufus told About the tail that was so bold. Stay as you are, don't try to be Something that you aren't destined to be.

Your friends will see you as you are One who really does care, One that although you may write with your left hand Doesn't mean that you can't write. Yes you can.

And draw those pictures that pop into your head They represent – imagination not rote drawing instead. How much better it is to scribble day and night Than do nothing wrong or right.